odd_tea_leaves: (Beyond)
Alas!

My bond with the elements is not nearly strong enough, or so it would seem. I have, as a result of this faulty bond and my misbalanced Shakras, come down with a rather vicious head cold.

Today, after class, I was speaking with Miss Weasley and she seemed terrified of catching it! I had intended to ask her to do an essay...but the poor girl was shaken. Without hesitation, I withdrew my request.

It seems I must undergo further Cognitive Restructuring....
After all, I wouldn't want to end up bitter and entrapped within my own self-induced misfortune.
odd_tea_leaves: (Broaden your mind!)
Today, to mark the end of my ethereal restructuring, I have granted all my classes a week off from all out of class assignments.

Alas, over the past several days, my shakras have been pushed so far out of alignment that I feared they would never return to their proper stations. Perhaps that explains what I saw in the crystal today.... Faulty visions aside, I have dealt with Professor Firenze and am now sharing his rather holistic classroom while the House Elves repair my own.

It does not carry the same stability as my own class, and I can see the disappointment in my students' eyes as they enter and find the air clear and without the calming incense of my tower hall.

Worry not, my students, we shall return once more to the hallowed hall of The Divine, it might simply take a few days.

BAH!

Jul. 8th, 2004 01:48 pm
odd_tea_leaves: (Beyond)
THIRTY-FIVE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!

And, with that said, allow me to elaborate.

Recently, as many of you are no doubt aware, our wonderful Kouchou...err Headmaster, cast a rather irritating spell to cause us to speak in rhyme. Due to my naturally unique mystical equilibrium, I was adversely effected by this cursed thing.

Firstly, I was stuck speaking in what I can only assume was Japanese. Whilst reduced to this, not one student aided me and what staff I came to or came forward did little but ridicule or abandon me.

Kappa indeed!

Then, once the spell began to alter, my mental patterns shifted from the Orient to the Continent. French, a language I am not wholly fond of to begin with, was all that I could speak for a time.

Ah, that reminds me....TWENTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!

After French, I was thrown through a torrent of linguistics ranging from German to Spanish. Fortunately I managed to sequester myself within my own personal quarters for this period of time.

Needless to say, I am rather flustered about the whole incident. Divinations classes for the day will be canceled, without homework.

Now, now, keep a stiff upper lip--they will return in only a day's time.

ExpandMiss Granger )
odd_tea_leaves: (Broaden your mind!)
Qu'est-ce que c'est maintenant?
Aucun Japonais? Français parlant?

Jour horrible! Mon dieu!
Terrible! Terrible! Que continue?


(I do not speak French.)
odd_tea_leaves: (Shock and Dismay)
Kyoo wa chigau!
Nihongo desu ka?
Iie! Wakarimasen!

Oshierusen!
Watashi wa ojiru!
Jumon o chigau!

Dumbuludoru!
Sukuu! Sukuu ne!
Konikurashii!
odd_tea_leaves: (Shock and Dismay)
MISCREANTS!

I know not whom among you has done this whilst my Inner Eye rests, but do not become overly sure of your safety!
Filthy, wretched, THIEVES!

I awoke this night only to travel down the way to find the ladder of my room lowered, the door wide open, half off its hinges, and my room flooded! The highest room of the North Tower flooded! This is, undoubtedly, due to more than just the rain!
....OH YES.

I know that my t-ah-ruh-p was stolen...and the parties responsible for this will be punished severely if it is not returned within the next Twenty-Four hours!

Until the t-ah-ruh-p is returned, and/or the culprits penalized most ruthlessly, all classes will be reduced to bookwork! As the room dries out, classes will be held in a temporary classroom on the Third Floor.
See the paper posted on the Great Hall's message-board for directions.


Alas, it seems the elements are wholly against my classroom! First the broom, the window, and now this!
Lament!

Alas.

Jun. 25th, 2004 10:51 pm
odd_tea_leaves: (Broaden your mind!)
Salutations from the Beyond.

While in dire need of aid, my classroom in a shambles, only one stepped forward! Madam Mulier, elegant ambassador to the muggle realm, submitted a solution when the massive, gapping, crumbling hole in my wall was mentioned.

Marvelous thing!
A T-AH-RUH-P, she calls it.

Crinkling, and brilliant, nearly glowing, blue, it covers the hole entirely as if keeping out water were its only purpose in this wide world.

Outside of this most enjoyable development, I am up to very little worth note. The repairs on my desk are coming along nicely--though the front panel had to be replaced. The N.E.W.T. class’ divining flames will be replaced soon with crystal and map scrying. I’ve been daydreaming quite often; occasionally coming back to find the students a bit paler than when I drifted off. And, as I am currently resting my Inner Eye, I have seen nothing--one can only hope the ether has remained calm whilst my Eye is turned.

My third years are still watching me with queer expressions plastered about their faces.
...
I can’t imagine what I’ve been murmuring in my state of half-consciousness. Alas.
odd_tea_leaves: (You must believe!)
Rolanda surely must be instructing the first years! That, or today I have found a child so devoted to the Divine that he could not simply bear the time to walk up the stairs.

Needless to say, my east window is irreparable, as is the mosaic on the wall beside it, and the house elves have yet to clean out the copious amounts of glass and plaster that have covered my classroom. The broom embedded in my desk, however, I will deal with personally.

Normally, this would be a sign from the Fates that my students should align themselves with the natural elements...but, given the current, shall we say, bleak weather I am not certain.

Today the lower level students seemed, at first, to be relieved because of the freeness and cool nature of the wet air pouring in from the east, but quickly they grew to miss my calming incense and drew themselves up beside my desk and fireplace.

They did, however, bring their love of divine flame to my attention, but alas, I cannot permit it as I have foreseen their final exam--flame divining will only be on the N.E.W.T. final!

I lament for them, but they will dry out both in body and in heavy spirit very soon.

The N.E.W.T. students, hopefully, shall not be so weighted down by the rain. I shall see when the class arrives a bit later.

Alas, the wind has removed several of my eagle's feather quills from my possession. Ah, cruel fate!

Alas!

Jun. 10th, 2004 03:20 pm
odd_tea_leaves: (Millikov's)
Alas!

While the first day of term often begins in a most benign manner, this did not! No only did the students seem wary of the divining flames, but the few that did approach and attempt to read them predicted terrible fates!

A young man by the name of Abercrombie is like to pass on this year. Lament!
I did warn him of the dangers of the blue flame!

While most were astonished and reverent, there were the few that saw fit to jest and mock The Divine! The fates do not take well to those with narrow minds and clouded eyes, so I was hardly surprised when two of them lingered to close to the dancing flame and fled the class screaming.

I did warn them as well, but alas, they paid my predictions no heed!

In light of their lack of vision, and a recommendation from the brilliant Headmaster, the lower level classes will no linger with flame, but rather scry through obsidian mirrors. N.E.W.T., however, will remain.

Splendid

Jun. 7th, 2004 09:49 pm
odd_tea_leaves: (Millikov's)
Lovely, and splendid!

Through much toil, and strife the Divinations room is restored to its former splendor! All that it requires to once more become great are the eager young minds of students! Soon it shall have it, very soon precious.

Now if only that blasted House elf would return with my tea-cozys....

To work!

Jun. 2nd, 2004 11:22 am
odd_tea_leaves: (Shock and Dismay)
Brilliant, wondrous, spectacular day!
The powers that be shine assuredly upon us all!

Through hours of toiling, taxing, grueling supervision, my classroom is once more prepared to educate, and lead students on the path to the Divine!

My, and to a lesser extent the House elves, devotion to cleanliness and order in the realm of infinite spiritual chaos shall not go unrewarded this year—I feel it in my bones! This year will surely, nay, is destined to contain students of such fervor and devotion to the art that my prestigious Newt course will excel beyond all expectation.

All expectation save mine, that is, for I have foreseen it!

Hogwarts shall not labor in fear this year, for we will have such seers that all peril will be well accounted for!

Alas.

But before such can come about, I must labor on. While the quarters of learning are clean and up kept, the instruments must once again be restored of their honor and grace. To work I go!
To work!




(Dippy? Where is that elf…?)
odd_tea_leaves: (Default)
How extraordinarily peculiar!

I do wonder just how one deactivates this particular channel…though activating it seems a trifle in and of itself.

Of course it would be a trifle for one so skilled in the divine, but nevertheless, it is peculiar indeed.

Heedless of such incongruity, I shall continue on. To what end, however, even I cannot foresee.

Oh wait.

It descends upon us!



(So that’s how you turn it off!)








(…Is it off all the way then?)

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